In the grave of night my kin are asleep
and I am companionable
with the echo of the bark in the distance,
the lone craft buzzing through the bejewelled cape
of black velvet sky.
And I am not alone, my curiosity piqued
by the sense of the Watcher behind the cloak
I stretch out to move the inky curtain
to reveal my Beloved, my silent, constant Ally
but I don’t get there.
The curtain of dark heaven is too far
and all is futile.
until my fingers find my chest, tapping
like a patient visitor at the door
He is here, He is here.